Not all those who wander are lost. ~ JRR Tolkien

The War.

Whipping hair from the wind,Under the moonlit sky.The only lights are those of our car,And the sparkle of your eye.The gravel crunching under the tireAnd the waves of the dark mirror.And the white foam on the sandy beach,That is joined by the flamboyant river. The huge palm trees at the end of the landIn the shadows hide my kisses. The blissful silence silence doesn’t follow,My longing caresses.Ah, what a moment it is,of pure joy pulsating in my veins,Your laughter that echoes In the dark, dusty plains.But alas, your love is limited to,The waves of sea that come and go,And up till the last minute of the unlit sky And vanishes at the first glow. Then it’s time to say goodbye, And fare you well, my dear.Last night I spend with you,Before I leave for war,Take care, my ever lasting love, adieu. For meet we ever again, it’s not sure, So hope and pray for the best. And never forget myself, or our love,And leave to destiny, the rest.